[Slow Heat] + [Farming] + [Lord] + [Struggle for Hegemony] + [Industrial Revolution]
My name is Zhao Lixuan, and this time travel is far more dangerous than imagined.
In this world where magic can only blast out three-meter shallow pits, coal is burned to refine steel, penicillin is made to cure plague, and steamships are used to tear apart the storms of the Sea of Fear.
When the first unsailed ironclad smashed the gilded rams of noble warships, and when the flintlocks produced on the assembly line turned into sieves in the third sentence of the magician's chant, the Holy See finally realized: this frontier lord was not only selling glass and perfume, but also the deadly poison called "Industrial Revolution".
